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Slash was acting weird....
He was usually weird, that's nothing, but he was acting weirder than normal. Ever since he started dating that asshole druggie boyfriends of his, Nikki Sixx.
"Didja hear me, Slash?" Axl snapped his fingers in Slash's face.
"Yes, Axl....I..I heard you." He kept his head down in his hands.
Axl looked at me, and I shrugged, which prompted him to look to our remaining members who did the same.
"Well, we're gonna come back tomorrow and finish up this track. We're almost done our first record, guys!" Axl smiled.
"Hell yeah!" Steven whooped loudly, making Izzy and I smile.
"Fuck, do you guys have to be so fucking loud?" Slash snatched up his car keys and ditched his guitar, before storming out of our so-called studio.
I looked at the others who stood confused and planted like trees. I sighed, jumping up to follow after Slash, who was already halfway down the block.
"Fuck." I ran a hand through my hair before taking off after him.
"Slash! Slow down man!"
"Fuck off, Duff!"
I continued running, though. I don't know why.
When I caught up to him, I grabbed him by his shoulder, which made him whirl around and glare at me. And then I saw it. My eyes widened and I stood there, staring at him like an idiot.
He must've caught on because he quickly shook his curls back into his face and started to back away.
"Slash, What the fuck? Who—?"
But as soon as I went to stop him, he took off, and fuck was that dude fast.
"The fuck are you goin'?!" I yelled. He was already gone. I may as well have yelled at the fucking pavement.
"Shit."
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"So he took off?" Axl raised his eyebrow at me as he danced around the kitchen preparing an alcoholic drink with god-knows-what.
"Mmhm." I nodded.
"And you didn't tackle that small son of a bitch?" Izzy inhaled a puff of smoke.
